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Patrick Ross was the most interesting of my various, all to brief aquaintences. A burnt-out violin prodigy , with an oversized goatee. He teaches music in Vermont, and is, from my observations a borderline alcoholic. He disapeared sometime on a friday night, after babbling drunkenly in french canadian (which he speaks fluently) for an hour. As expected, I didn´t see him again.

Euskal Herreria

James Taylor
2006-08-23 12:34:20

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with a candour of there own. Subsequently I have often found myself becoming friendly with certain people who, through shyness or prejudice, I probably wouldn´t go near back home. More often than not I have been surprised.

Before I arrived in Biarritz, something was missing. I was aware that I had actually left home, but somehow it didn´t feel like it. I had met only a few people since Paris, and
the bulk of my time had been spent wandering around, taking photographs and writing. While this all very well and good on an intellectual level, personally I felt unengaged. I was of course physically in a different country, but I felt like I was experiencing everything through someone else´s eyes and that it wasn´t actually me who was there. I was not living, but observing.

Things changed when I arrived in Biarritz, for a number of reasons. Most importantly the weather improved. Up to that point it had been largely miserable, something which never bodes well for my mental state. The day day I arrived, the weather was so good that it felt like the planet had decided to skip Spring and jump straight into Summer, all of a sudden I felt ecstatically happy, the future seemed to hold possibilities. I find it quite ridiculous that my mood is so influenced by the vaguries of the climate, but such is life.

While Biarritz was pleasant enough; there were nice beaches, the weather was good, and it was close to Bayonne, another town I was interested in; there was very little of interest in the town itself. It was,
Try and Pronounce thatessentially a resort town, complete with large hotels and a casino. I imagine it be heaving in the summerm, but at this time if year, despite the weather, it was quiet. I´m not even sure why I stopped there. It seemed like a good place to break up the journey from Bordeaux to Spain and I was interested in the French Basque region, but Biarritz was hardly an authentic Basque town, indeed it was hardly a ...